My afternoon client had called to let me know that he
was sick and would not be able to make our meeting.
Disappointed, I went home early to catch up on a little
paper work on the old home computer. I climbed the
stairs and was walking past my oldest daughters room
when a soft noise caught my interest.The …
“I’m over eighteen, Papa, old enough now to know what I want!” Kitty Harmon insisted. “Old enough for you to treat me like a woman instead of just a little girl!” “Baby,” Luke Harmon said, squirming from the pressure being put on him, “you know I’ve always tried to give you anything you asked for. […]